We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Chapter 276: The Battlefield of Technology (Part 2)

"Take the initiative to attack?" The deputy general's eyes widened. "We only have less than a thousand horses, and we don't even have any armor."

"If we charge forward like this, the Fengtian Army will only need to send in a volley of archers, and the cavalry will have difficulty getting close."

Jin Yihuan shook his head: "There are still some armor pieces in the city's warehouse. They were captured during the battle with Huan Dynasty. They can be put on the horse clothes."

"I just saw from the city walls that there are no cavalry in the Fengtian Army. We should send our infantry to attack from the front. We only need to tie up the enemy infantry for a while, and then the cavalry can bypass them."

"As long as the cavalry can destroy at least half of the enemy's siege equipment, there's hope of continuing the battle."

The troops brought by Kim Eui-hwan were the elite of the Goryeo army, but these elites were a minority after all.

The defenders of Andong City are all ordinary soldiers. If they are attacked by firearms falling from the sky several times, they will definitely not be able to withstand it.

Once morale collapsed, Jin Yihuan didn't think he could control these fleeing soldiers by relying solely on his own power.

Thinking of this, Jin Yihuan suddenly stood up and said, "Let's do it this way. I will lead the cavalry charge myself!"

"General, no!" The deputy general stopped Jin Yihuan.

Jin Yihuan glared at him: "Follow orders and get out of the way!"

The deputy general gritted his teeth and said, "General, you stay. I'll go!"

"what?"

The deputy general looked directly at Jin Yihuan and said, "Look at these soldiers. They have no fighting spirit left. They can't even hold their weapons."

"If you weren't here, when the Fengtian Army attacked the city, half of them would have abandoned the city and fled, and the other half would have surrendered on the spot."

"You stay here to take charge of the overall situation. Let the future come and do this suicidal thing!"

Although Goryeo was a small country, it was deeply influenced by the national customs of the Central Plains.

They also studied Confucianism, understood benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, and had generals who were willing to sacrifice their lives for justice.

"I understand."

Jin Yihuan's face was serious. He slowly took off the sword from his waist and put it into the hands of the deputy general.

"General Jiang, I'll leave this matter to you."

The deputy general held his sword in his hand and suddenly lowered his head: "I will not fail you!"

. . . . . .

After two rounds of artillery fire, the Dongfeng Battalion did not immediately launch a third round of artillery fire.

It's not for the purpose of saving ammunition. The Gunpowder Department now has a strong production capacity and can produce gunpowder continuously, so there is no shortage of artillery shells.

The quality of the artillery is poor, especially the problem of overheating of the barrel is very serious. If it is fired continuously with all its might, the risk of explosion will increase sharply.

At this time, the benefits of the cold and dry weather in Northeast China are reflected.

Cold weather can quickly reduce the temperature, and dry air can prevent the gunpowder from getting wet.

The land of Northeast China is simply a holy land that was born for the use of black powder.

When the gun barrel had cooled down, Li Che was ready to order the next artillery fire.

The gate of Anton City in the distance slowly opened.

"Strange, are they surrendering?" Wang Sanchun beside him asked doubtfully, "Isn't this too weak to resist?"

Li Che did not speak, and the hand he had just raised stopped in mid-air. Qiu Bai on the side quickly handed him the Thousand-Mile Eyes.

Through the telescope, groups of Goryeo soldiers in armor filed out. Although they looked frightened, they still rushed forward with gritted teeth.

Li Che's mouth curled up slightly: "It's not surrender, it's a desperate dog jumping over the wall."

Wang Sanchun and Yang Xuan exchanged a glance, then bowed and pleaded, "Your Highness, we are willing to go and fight!"

Li Che rolled his eyes: "Why rush? We have guns and cannons, why should we fight them to death?"

Wang Sanchun was quick-witted and complained, "They use guns and cannons to attack the city and to stop the enemy. What's the point of us warriors?"

Even a rough man like Wang Sanchun noticed that something was wrong.

In the past, the Fengtian Army relied on the soldiers' willingness to sacrifice their lives and the generals' charging into battle, and all the battles they fought were extremely dangerous.

But since gunpowder was promoted and grenades came on the scene, opportunities for hand-to-hand combat have become increasingly rare.

This resulted in soldiers having more drills than combat experience, and the generals' martial arts skills were even less able to be fully utilized.

"Well," Li Che said, looking at him helplessly, "you two each lead a battalion to protect the left and right wings."

"Yes!" The two of them bowed excitedly.

"Remember, set up the goose-step formation and leave the middle space clear. No one is allowed to get close!"

"I understand!" Wang Sanchun's ugly face relaxed like a blooming chrysanthemum when he heard about the possibility of fighting. "That old fellow Chen Gui's firearms are too scary. I don't want to get involved with them."

Li Che also smiled: "I'm glad to know."

The two men received the order and each led a battalion of troops to the front.

The Fengtian Army soldiers are well-trained and their various formations are highly skilled.

In a very short time, they formed a defensive goose-step formation in an oblique rather than a straight line, protecting the left and right wings of the artillery position.

At this time, the Goryeo infantry had just assembled under Anping City.

The deputy general walked out of the city gate with a thousand cavalrymen. When he saw the Fengtian Army's formation, his face became even uglier.

"Whatever, charge!" The deputy general looked at the infantry commander. "We need to be quick. That weapon is very heavy and it's hard to hit a moving enemy."

The infantry commander was also a close confidant of Jin Yihuan. He just bowed resolutely, drew his sword and led the infantry to charge forward.

The shouts of thousands of people were deafening, but from them one could also hear the fear that was difficult to suppress.

Faced with the charge of thousands of armored soldiers, the Fengtian Army did not take any action.

The infantry on both sides were still standing in place. Apart from a few hundred auxiliary soldiers, there was no other defensive force in front of the artillery position, and it was exposed to the attack of the Goryeo army.

The Korean army had run several hundred meters and was about to reach the front of the artillery position, but the Fengtian army line remained indifferent.

The Goryeo infantry commander was puzzled, his brows furrowed. "Why didn't the Fengtian Army send any troops to defend? Is this a trick?"

Just as he hesitated, a low command suddenly came from the opposite position.

Immediately afterwards, the muzzles of more than ten artillery pieces were suddenly lowered and aimed at the charging Goryeo army.

The gunners shouted slogans and quickly lit the fuses.

The infantry commander was dumbfounded.

"boom--!"

A deafening cannon roar suddenly rang out, and more than ten stone bullets whizzed out from the barrel, heading straight for the Goryeo army with destructive force.

The stone bullets were shot at an extremely low angle, like huge stones skipping on the water. They bounced up as soon as they landed, flew into the air again, and then fell heavily again.

The first stone bullet hit the dense enemy formation, instantly crushing several soldiers into meat paste, then bounced up, flying to the rear again with blood, flesh and dust, knocking down another group of soldiers.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third stone bullets arrived one after another, and each time they landed, they were accompanied by the dull thud of broken bones and screams.

The stone bullets kept bouncing among the enemy troops, and wherever they passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the formation was in chaos.

The infantry commander was stunned, watching his soldiers being harvested like wheat.

He tried to order the soldiers to disperse, but it was obviously too late.

The stone bullets had a wide killing range, and each bounce took away dozens of lives.

On the battlefield, dust was flying, wailing was heard one after another, and the originally neat charge formation collapsed in an instant.

By the time the artillery fire stopped, the square formation of thousands of people had been plowed with more than a dozen bloody traces of flesh and blood.

Seen from the sky, it looks like claw marks left by a devil.